Page 13 of Highway


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Highway studies the photograph intently, then holds it out to me. “Not who specifically, but that tattoo on his wrist? It’s the mark of the Crimson Wheelers MC.”

“Is that good or bad?” I ask.

“Fucking bad,” hisses Reaper. “We all know who’s behind this now.”

“Who?” I ask.

The men exchange silent glances, their reluctance to speak unsettling.

“Come on,” I urge. “I risked my life to get these shots. At least give me the who and the why.”

“Club business,” Highway and Reaper say in unison.

Standing, I look down at Highway. “Well, fuck you too.”

Winchester’s laughter echoes behind me as I storm out of the room and through the clubhouse doors. I’m halfway across the compound when Highway catches up, his grip tight as he whirls me around to face him.

“What?” I reply with more force than intended.

He releases my arm. “Thank you for the photographs.”

I scoff. “You chased me out of the clubhouse for that? To say thank you?”

Highway points at the clubhouse. “It’s the way we do things. You’re not one of us.”

Throwing my hands in the air, I turn once more and head for Winchester’s truck. “Understood!”

Pulling the keys out of my pocket, I wrench open the door, but Highway’s arm wraps around my waist, and he turns me around.

“What?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “The club appreciates you getting us those pictures.” I roll my eyes and stare up at the sky. “Gwen, look at me.”

Highway is far too close to me. Sucking in a deep breath, I lock eyes with him. “I get it… I’m a woman. If I had a penis, you’d share, but I don’t. That’s some deep male bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.”

“That’s got nothing to do with it.” His eyes drop to my lips.“Even if you were a man, we wouldn’t share. You’re not a Bastard…” he pauses for a moment, then adds, “… and if you were a man, I wouldn’t do this.”

His hand moves up my back, he grips my ponytail as his other arm crushes me against him, and then Highway’s lips find mine. In shock and totally unprepared, I let out a cry, and his tongue takes advantage, exploring my mouth.

At first, I press against his chest, trying to push him off, but as his lips meet mine with an intensity that ignites something primal within me, my resistance wanes. Tongues dance in a frenzy of desire, and his hand traces a path across my body, setting my nerves ablaze with each electrifying touch. My fingers claw at his T-shirt in a desperate bid to feel the warmth of the skin beneath.

Highway breaks the kiss, his eyes searching mine as his breaths come hard and fast. With a primal growl, he grabs my hand and yanks me across the compound, through the clubhouse, and up a flight of stairs. He walks down a hallway, opens a door, pulls me inside, and slams it shut behind us. Before I can even comprehend our surroundings or the whirlwind of events unfolding, his lips capture mine again.

This all feels way too fast. I’m not this woman. I don’t sleep with someone until I know them.

Highway runs his chin up my neck—maybe I am this woman.

Clumsy fingers move to his belt as I struggle to undo it while his hands explore my body, and I find myself pressing against him, desperate for more. Highway pulls my shirt up over my head and removes his own, exposing all his tattoos. He roughly yanks down my bra, and his mouth captures one of my nipples. I cry out as his tongue flicks across its sensitive surface.

Holding him there as he sucks and teases me, my thighs feel like they are on fire, and I moan out in frustration when he stops.

Highway drops to his knees. “Sit,” he orders.

Not wanting this to stop, I do as he demands. Highway removes my boots and pushes me back on the bed. His fingers undo my belt, and he pulls my jeans and underwear down my legs. I’m bare in front of him but feel no embarrassment or self-consciousness—he makes me feel sexy.

Scooting up the bed, Highway watches me, takes off his belt, kicks off his boots, and undoes the top button of his jeans. With a predatory smile, Highway crawls up the bed. He blows on my pussy, sending a shiver through me. He smiles as he moves farther up my body, where his lips meet mine as he lowers himself over me. At first, I’m frustrated he’s not naked, but the feel of denim against my pussy is exciting. I spread my legs further and wrap them around his waist as we kiss, grinding into him with abandon.

Reaching between us, Highway touches my clit, and I arch into him, desperately wanting more. With deft fingers, he teases me, bringing me to the edge and back many times.